...and daydreams bore me aloft in flights of fantasy.

I held you in my arms

and felt the intoxicating flow

of your breath caressing my chest.

I stroked your silken hair.

I lost myself in the

bottomless depths of your eyes.

Familiarity swept over me

as I held you,

it was as if you had,

at some point long ago,

taken refuge in the sanctity

of my embrace before.

How many nights

I have dreamt of you.

How many days I have spent,

toiling away

with life’s burdens,

accompanied with thoughts

of you in my mind.

I imagine looking

up and down

your frame.

Atop your wondrous face,

sits a

soft and golden hue’d,

heavenly shock of hair.

Lovely as words can

na’er describe,

framing your face in

perfect harmony

and accenting your

mesmerizing eyes with elegance,

your hair sweeps `round

your face and cascades

dreamily down your

neck and shoulders.

Your face haunts me,

luminescent eyes draw me

deep within your soul.

A cute, perky nose

livens your face

with an air of

attitude and grace.

High cheekbones

accent your features,

what most women long for,

seems natural and unremarkable

to you.

Your cheeks crimson

with color,

I am sure,

as you read this.

The crimson shades

into the perfect tan.

Light hues

of brown skin,

framed by

your golden curls

and offset by

your startling eyes,

meet at your nose

with a near invisible

trace of tiny freckles.

My eyes trail downward.

Your throat

takes my breath away,

it always has.

Many have been the times,

when my dreams allowed me

to bury my face into

the soft skin of your throat

and lose myself

in the haven of your neck.

Long, lean arms

that I dearly wish

were wrapped around me,

lead down to

your magnificent hands

that have so

often carried me to bliss.

A tiny,

disappearing waist,

joins to your breathtaking

hips and thighs.

Oh,

but the thoughts

I have had

about those thighs.

The times I have

imagined my lips

creeping up them,

carried by swirls

of my tongue.

Long and graceful

legs are next

to meet my eye.

Sleek calves

and tiny ankles,

your legs are what

even goddess’ dream of.

Standing back

and drinking you in,

I behold you

in your entirety.

My God,

what a vision.

Looking into your eyes,

loosing myself in their allure,

I find peace in

the most beautiful part of you.

I feel unworthy

and like a lesser creature,

when I encounter

your joyful soul.

Heart of hearts,

face of an angel,

body of a temptress,

mind full

of wit and charm.

Words fail me now,

as I am lost

in the bounties

of whom you are.